Earlier today the dudes in Delorean tweeted “stage diving is the new move.” Which may just seem like good advice because it beats the shit out of stillness (unless we’re talking dirty), but I’ll decipher in case you haven’t made the best move of all in buying tix to see them yet: Somehow every Delorean show winds up with stage diving. And as you hopefully know because you’ve grabbed “Stay Close” and have Ayrton Senna and Subiza on repeat, on first blush there’s nothing that screams “crowd surfing” about the balmy Ibiza blissbeats the Spaniards nail track after track. Until you get into a room with them, and within minutes hands are spontaneously thrust upward to the textured, temperate grooves of their airily beach baked house, each groove permutation and indie rock beat drop somehow trumping the last to cause some sort of celebration you hadn’t realized was in store until you’re lost in it. I haven’t seen a Mercury crowd quite so ecstatic as last night’s sold-out group of dance-fiends, indie nerds, Spanish ex-patriots, and Tribeca Grand hipsters in years. (Extra points for managing it with guitarist Guillermo Astrain’s broken collarbone, arm in a sling.) It was the cap on four official shows the band played in the city the past few days (at Bowery, Webster, and Music Hall Of Williamsburg opening for Miike Snow) along with a “secret” after-MHOW show at Greenpoint outpost Coco 66 at 2AM. I caught Coco, the Merc headliner, and their much discussed triumph in Austin in the past two weeks and if you gave me a ticket and a ride to another I’d take it. The rest of their tour dates are after the jump — go. Opening were Lemonade, whose mutant stew of global grooves and world music is a favorite around here but can miss the mark live when the very beats that make their studio work so compelling get away from them in person. (It’s more evident due to their battling pre-programmed beats; a click track would do the trick.) The early set came from the promising, newly marked BTW BRAHMS, who delivered a short set, Cale Parks flanked on either side by bass and guitar, knocking percussion, pads, and combatting icy beats with warmed hooks, making good work of their meager five-song arsenal. It was a tune up for a run of upcoming shows that’ll make waves in proportion to the jam-status of their new wave burner “Brought It Out.” All photos here by Jessica Amaya. And here are those Delorean dates: